Wrapping gifts on the floor after 50: 1% holiday spirit, 99% figuring out how to stand up without calling for help.

Every gift guide for men is like “A flannel flask to hold your knife flavored whiskey.”

I got us matching straight jackets for Christmas.

Santa baby, slip some mental stability under the tree, for me.

An Advent Calendar for adults but behind every door is a different kind of anxiety medication.

I haven’t bought 1 Christmas gift but I got 3 packages on the way for me though.

Christmas combines two things I love the most, getting fat and lying to children.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, Guantanamo Bay.

If my wife doesn’t win anything on this $1 scratch ticket, it’s going to go down as one of the worst anniversary gifts ever.

If we start dating now, we could be feeding each other deviled eggs on Thanksgiving, and breaking up before we have to exchange gifts for Christmas.

I’ve already sent Santa a short letter this week to say hello. Not that he thinks I only get in touch if I want something.

There should be an Amazon driver at the Mall during the holidays so adults can sit on their lap and tell them what they want.

If you were the birthday gift I bought my wife some months ago, where would you be hiding?

My Christmas letter this year includes a bonus DVD of my colonoscopy.

My husband pissed me off so I wrapped his remote and put it under the tree.

Giving all the dogs in my neighborhood matching sweaters for Christmas so they can be in a gang.

When buying presents I like to think, what would Jesus have got you? So yeah, enjoy your fish sandwich.

Some of us better hope Santa doesn’t check social media, because if he does, all we’re getting for Christmas is therapy.

I often choose gift bags instead of wrapping, not just out of laziness, but also because I have the fine motor skills of a drunken panda.